Incubus Living In A World Of Superpower Users-Chapter 293: I’m Here, Too

Ethan didn’t shift much, didn’t reach for the lead, and didn’t speak again right away.

He just stayed where he was, caught in the way their warmth pressed into him, the quiet rise and fall of breath so close to his skin it almost felt like it was part of his own.

The blankets had slipped lower now, bunching at their waists, exposing bare shoulders, collarbones, and the soft stretch of skin that didn’t need to be admired to feel sacred.

He let his fingers rest on Evelyn’s lower back, their pads brushing gently and slowly, following the curve there with no goal except to be present.

Everly had turned in a little more, too, her leg now brushing his, not with teasing or insistence, just closeness.

Her body was warm, her breathing calm, but her hand had started to move again, sliding slowly from his chest down to the dip just above his hip as if memorizing it.

He didn’t tense.

There wasn’t even a flicker of uncertainty.

Because of the way they moved, the way they touched him—none of it asked for control, none of it sought to push or pull.

It was just... there. And the more it settled into him, the more that tired edge in his chest, the one that had lived there for so long without a name, began to lift.

Not vanish completely, but loosen, unwind.

The silence in the room wasn’t still anymore. It pulsed now like their breathing had created its own rhythm, like the space around them had learned how to breathe too.

Evelyn’s lips brushed lightly along his neck once, and though it wasn’t a kiss exactly, the weight of it stayed.

Her fingers at his jaw were patient, tracing slow circles as if she needed the reassurance of his shape under her hand.

Everly’s other arm had snaked across him, too, her hand resting just beneath his ribs now, not possessive, not searching—just holding.

Ethan’s eyes were still closed, but he wasn’t floating. He was anchored.

The scent of their skin, the brush of soft hair against his cheek, the subtle shift of muscles when one of them breathed a little deeper—it all kept him here.

Not lost in thought, not planning, not remembering or worrying. Just... here.

And then Evelyn moved a little more, rising on one elbow, her fingers sweeping a line from his collarbone down to the top of his chest.

She didn’t speak, didn’t need to. Her gaze would’ve told him everything if he’d opened his eyes and seen that she saw him. All of him. And she didn’t flinch.

Everly pressed her lips gently to his shoulder, letting them linger there, not as a request, not even a statement—just a comfort.

Her body curled closer, too, the softness of her stomach brushing against his side, her hair spilling across his arm.

She shifted again, slower this time, dragging her fingers across his skin with a kind of reverence that felt almost ceremonial.

It wasn’t sexual yet, not in the loud, obvious sense.

But it was sensual.

Intimate.

Ethan opened his eyes just a little, and Evelyn was right there, her face close, her silver hair tumbling slightly forward over one eye.

She smiled—not with her lips, but with her presence, her stillness, the calm acceptance in how she looked at him. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

And then she leaned down and kissed him, soft and steady, her lips pressing to his in a way that wasn’t about passion but understanding. Her kiss didn’t ask for anything. It gave.

When she pulled back slightly, Everly leaned up, mirroring her sister without needing a signal.

She met his mouth as well, slower still, her kiss carrying the playfulness she always held but softened by something deeper.

Ethan didn’t compare them or think about who kissed differently or better. He just let both moments land in him and stay.

Their kisses weren’t promises.

They were present.

Their bodies stayed close, skin brushing skin, hands roaming in slow arcs across each other—not to stoke, but to learn.

To memorize what safety felt like when it didn’t come with conditions. Evelyn’s hand slid across his abdomen, her fingertips faintly trembling, not from hesitation, but because something in her had let go too.

She wasn’t being strong. She was just being close.

Everly pulled the blanket up slightly around their waists again, not to cover or hide but to cocoon them in a warmth that wasn’t just physical.

She sighed quietly, her breath brushing his collarbone, and Ethan responded by tightening his arms just a little.

One around her, one around Evelyn. The message was simple, and he didn’t have to say it aloud.

I’m here, too.

They stayed like that longer than he could measure. There was no rush toward anything, no need to define what came next.

But when Evelyn’s leg slowly slid over his, and Everly’s fingers began moving again in a steadier rhythm along his waist, the room shifted again—not in energy, but in closeness.

The stillness grew fuller.

Ethan tilted his head slightly, brushing his lips along Evelyn’s shoulder, then along her throat, careful not to rush, careful to let it be whatever she needed it to be.

Her breath caught, not sharply, just enough to let him know she noticed.

And when Everly leaned in again, resting her head just beneath his chin, her hand curling lightly against his chest, he let his cheek fall against the crown of her hair and stayed.

No alarms. No noise. Just breathe and touch.

Even the world outside the window had quieted like it understood what this moment meant and had no business interrupting it.

The breeze had faded, the hum of the shielded window barely audible now. Nothing moved but them.

Their movements began to sync—not in a choreographed way, but in that natural rhythm that only came when you trusted each other enough to listen without speaking.

Fingers trailed lower. Breath grew warmer. Their hips shifted closer, knees brushing, thighs meeting, the space between them now fully gone.

Still, there was no rush.

Even as the mood tilted toward something heavier, something hungrier, the pace never broke. It simply deepened.

Ethan’s palm spread across Everly’s back, finding the dip at her waist and holding it gently.